What Are We? - Poem by Ricardo Flores
It is a sin to want to know more then what we should.
Their is a reason for my existence,
I wish to know what is is, or what it might be.
I am told to live life as is, but i don't think this is life.
I know i exist, but i don't believe this is reality.
I know their is more to us then just this.
So i still ask myself...
What are we?
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